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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

im back but still reading and figuring out what Naswaru would have been up to during my break.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch Naswaru will be sealed away in his realm for the duration of my absence... working on a few new projects perhaps.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Pixie

Strange occurrence's >>>> So sleepy /// day 8 // Evening / Location - home

Weird. The slime that he followed here was being very weird. Spouting off about undead and dungeon boss then ordering him to stay here with the others to defend some weird crystal. Before Ardur could voice his opinion the slime took off calling for one of the others to come with him. The vomit smelled funny like wet dog, maybe it was the rats he smelled. Strange.

Ardur wasn’t happy with being left there with others he barely knew, come to think of it he barely knew any of them. “Well you guys have fun here, I am out of mana, nearly out of stamina, and I need to sleep. So in the words of Eric Cartmen. Screw you guy’s, I’m going home.” The pixie smiled at the others and then began his flight back to his small hole in the wall. All that talk about undead and dungeon monsters was something he could deal with later.

The pixie wasn’t really that tired but was starting to feel his eyes get a little heavy as he yawned. Who knew fighting could be so exhausting, Ardur was able to catch a few small flying insects on the way back to his hollow for Steve. He wanted to check out the new Taming I ability. He also used half of his remaining stamina on purpose while trying to up Lesser Flight III as well.

Once he returned to his home and crawled inside, the crystals in the ceiling that gave the small burrow its light seemed to have grown. The pale creature immediately took to finding his friend by dropping a few of the insects on his interior web. The spider was quick to skitter to the prey that was struggling in the webs. Ardur remembered the message that was given to him about the skill but still wasn’t too keen on how it worked. While the spider wrapped its food, Ardur reached out to it and attempted to use Taming I.

Whether the skill worked on the spider or not, the pixie would spend a little while longer doing basic exercises. Push-ups, sit ups, squats, jumping jacks, workouts and stretches that used his body weight in an attempt to achieve the last two points necessary for Stronger I. Knowing full well that this will use up the last of his stamina, he would still try to push through the system warnings until he passed out in his home.

Warning: Mana Low
Rest to regain mana.
Warning: Stamina low
Rest to regain Stamina.
Warning: Stamina Depleted.

System:Ardur

@Zeroth
@Searat
@Duthguy
@Guy0fV4lor
@SilverPaw
@Searat

Ardur's character stats

Level: 4

Health: Full
Mana: Depleted
Stamina: Depleted

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I

Kills for current level:

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

@Zeroth hey just giving you a heads up, im going to be gone from the 2nd to the 12th of November so Ardur is just going to go sleep in his little cave with his spider friend after the next update until I get back.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 ok post is up, I left the ending like it is because I will be gone from the 2nd to the 12th of November. spotty service at best on this hunting trip. so this will be my last post until I return but I will still be lurking and reading.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Ghoul Gird

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@Jangel13

Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 0

Inventory: Purple Book

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Stone Skin, Deathly movements, Dead whispers,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

all right long post but now you all have a bit more info on how Naswaru creates things. also character creations have been updated to include Caretaker's. the Ice god now has a chance to get a leviathan. I left him in his realm because I will be gone from the 1st to the 12th of November and didn't want to leave anyone feeling stuck.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Naswaru The Relentless.

The shadows whisper echoed through his senses. It seemed that it was a bit too much to ask for. Wanting her to come out of her shell to join the rest of the world would take more coxing then just a few words and sentences. “Light does not reach into the earth unless brought there. If you found a large enough cavern underground, far from the light… I could fill it with many things you could call your own.” The large being regained his composure and stood. “All you have to do is ask.”

They were interrupted by their brother, the god of lies seemed to be fully entangling himself with in the spire. He seemed to be engulfed by it. Slowly the light from the spire faded and where the god of lies once was stood another. Similar in body language but different in appearance. Naswaru was looking this new being over as where a few of the random experiments of the other gods. Then he spoke, something about Iarus, the God of Fear.

So that is what the spire was for. A new chord it would seem. This had never happened before at least not to his knowledge. The huntsmen knew he wasn’t invincible and that he could die but this was something different. To bond to a new chord entirely, presumably casting aside the old for the new. He was honestly impressed to see his brother grow but did he truly let go of his old self or did he simply hold onto both chords and lie about it? Questions for another time.

This whole thing was astonishing yes, but it seemed to have finally ended as the land and the plants began to move back toward the spire and away from each other. Perhaps this would be a good place to revisit and investigate. For now, he had other business to attend too. Before he could leave, a portal opened behind them with another creature that came walking out. The crystal entity delivered a letter before waving good bye by smashing its head with a rock.

Naswaru read the letter for a moment before leaving it for Oao, “you know how to find me if you wish to talk. I hope your day goes well.” The only real good bye he would give her before taking off. He did not wish to go to either of the summons that were brought to him. A few things needed to be done. One of his many entrances was nearby and did not take him long to reach and enter.

>>>>>>>>>>>

Entering his twilight home, the god spread his leathery wings and glided over the many landscapes. To him this place was beauty. It was after all his domain, his home. The separate biome's separated by endless and interconnected streams of thick mist. A boundary guarded by his Caretakers, one would think they looked like a cross between a heavily armored armadillo, an ancient reptile, and a big cat. Predatory in nature, these Caretakers keep the populations of the animals living here at manageable levels while also protecting his home.

The plateau that held what one would call his home was made up of vast huge trees that although spaced neatly apart from one another reached far into the sky and toward the cavern roof. The leaves held many colors that seemed to ripple and change like water and a light breeze. Bark seemed to vary as well, from natural oak and pine bark to stone or ice covering them. The trunks held a green gelatinous ooze with the center of each tree being hollow. The ooze was separated by great circular platforms that seemed to vary. Seeds, large and small, would grow at the base of these magnificent trees.

Each seed was made of the same bark materiel that covered its tree while being slightly clear or see through. Within each of these held something small, whatever floated inside the protective vessel seemed to move or twitch slightly. If one were to open it, they would find an infant creature. This was how Naswaru made and modified his creations. Everything starts as an idea that gets more and more work done to it the farther it goes down the tree. That is until it reaches the bottom where the final adjustments are made before it is released into its pod.

Every one of these creatures spends time with the huntsmen until they reach maturity. This is, so he knows it will survive, and he can bond with it, imprint knowledge that will be passed down to the next generations on how to hunt and survive. It was a long process but he enjoyed it. One such creature was finished with its growing period and ready to be released from its tree. This creature was special in that Naswaru had made it specifically for one of his brothers. He takes great pride in his work but whenever he does this for one of the others he can only get it so far.

Once it has reached the stage of its life where it is in a pod and ready to be brought into the world. The creature requires the divine energy of whom ever it was made for to awaken. This was to make sure it would bond with whomever it was for. This specific creature would grow into one of the largest creatures he’s ever made. Not only that but it has taken far longer than most of the other creatures he has made as well.

Sveiand the cold one, this one was made for him. A companion that will pass the test of time and survive his cold nights. The leviathan class creature although starting out small in time can very well reach the size of ice bergs. Its pointed lengthy body would be meant to match the frozen tundra and would be a very strong swimmer. With a friendly temperament toward its master with a playful nature in its younger years to give it time to bond. Growing into unflinching loyalty paired with matching intelligence. Naswaru was satisfied with this creation. All that had to be done now was delivered it to the god.

Emitting a sub sonic sound while he inspected the large crystal pod he called forth 3 of his Caretaker’s. The large armored creatures bounded up towards him and the large white tree. They approached slowly while the huntsmen inspected the crystal pod. Plucking the pod from the tree Naswaru turned and walked up to one of the caretakers placing it in front of it and speaking a word, “Niflheim, Sveiand.” It was all he said, it was all he had to say.

The three creatures turned and took off toward one of the nearby portals. One picked up the crystal pod with its mouth. They had a location and a recipient. Their scales slowly began turning a white and blue color as they leaped through the ice covered portal. And with that they were gone, leaving Naswaru to his own devices once more. The three would emerge from a small cave near the god of ice’s home and make their way to his palace where they will wait to deliver the package before returning.

@jetipster

Leviathan

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Ghoul Gird

Time to go home >>>> Gird is Evolving /// Day 6 // Morning

The dream came again after he accepted the question that he was prompted with. “Do you wish to evolve?” of course he did, that was the point wasn’t it. To become stronger, to be more than what he is, to be worthy of his goddess, and powerful enough to protect the others. That and by the looks of the other creatures around this place he could tell they were different. Nothing else in the area seemed to be able to progress like they did. This means that they will soon become a challenge, and he will be ready when someone comes to answer that challenge.

This dream was similar to the last one but everything seemed different. He still could not see himself, but he was in the dirt field again. The skies where clear but looked as if everything was stuck at perpetual twilight. The forests on the outskirts of the field held only dead white trees, little to no vegetation grew, and a pile of old bones were scattered in a heap in front of him.

A cold breeze twisted its way across the field, a quiet whisper moved through the wind speaking a language he had never heard. It sounded ancient and powerful, the voice sounding like the combination of hundreds of other voices speaking over each other. “Asatru ni ondem, ishka velya nandem, Gird ina surya, Aska brise kulva” the bones slowly clambered together and rose as full skeletons. They stood before him with red eyes just like the ones they fought that night. After what seemed like hours the undead slowly turned and walked off toward the forest.

Gird woke with a start, again he was breathing deeply as he stood up in the church. The early morning breeze was cool against his skin, but he felt restricted. His spider web and bone armor was a little small for him now and would need adjusting. The now Ghoul took a moment to inspect himself, jet black hair bristled along his head and shoulders, his skin seemed to almost be falling off in some places, and his eyes seemed to be more sensitive to the light when he first looked into it. He felt lighter and stronger than before. Not that he could lift anything heavier than he could, but that it was almost effortless to move his limbs. He felt like he could fly.

Gird took a moment to adjust his armor before standing and looking around the others seemed to be sleeping still, Goblin Grandpa didn’t seem to notice him as he kept an ever watchful gaze out the door and into the forest. It was strange, being able to see his own bone under his flesh. It didn’t hurt and it didn’t feel cold, It was just strange.

Gird stood the rest of the way up and walked up to Grandpa Goblin, “another glorious day” he said as he walked by and into the sunlight. He could hear faint whispers now but wasn’t entirely sure where they were coming from or what they were saying. As he made his way to the graveyard where he first met his goddess, the ghoul could still hear the whispers. He eventually made his way to the shaded area where he received his mark and sat down. Leaning against the building gird began to just breathe and listen to the world around him as well as the subtle whispers.

“Duvelna, I do hope this form and those souls I have granted you are pleasing. If there is anything you wish of me to do now, please enlighten me.”

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@Jangel13
@Kheliop
@Crusader Lord

Translation: "Soldiers of the dead, Rise ye up, Gird is your master, Go forth and slay"

Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 0

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Stone Skin, Deathly movements, Dead whispers,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Pixie

PROMOTED! >>>> Strange occurrence's /// day 8 // Evening / Location - J11

Reaching the slimes cave and uncovering the entrance showed little activity in the area. The slime seemed rather frantic with a want and desire to get into the area. The pixie was unsure why he was so desperate to get into his small cave but followed him inside. He watched as the slime cautiously approached two different crystals.

They were odd colored and definitely not mana crystals. The slime picked up one and slowly touched the other. For a moment it looked like nothing was happening. It would seem that trying to see body language with a blob of goo was rather hard to see. Let alone interpret. However, by Jason’s next actions he could tell he was in pain.

The slime leaped on one of the crystals and seemed to be vibrating or at the very least in pain. One of the dire rats, that Ardur couldn’t quite remember his name, moved up to the slime with a bit of panic. Another rat seemed to come up and inspect the slime and the red crystals while also seeming to try to calm the other rat down.

Ardur stepped forward and toward the slime stopping just short of him, “Hey Ed, was it? Why don’t you go and watch our backs with the wisp? Be a real problem if we get cornered in here while he’s doing whatever it is he’s doing.” Ardur spoke calmly and rather professionally. It’s not the first time he’s had to redirect someone’s effort to help in an emergency, sometimes they can do more harm than good.

Looking back to the slime and the now obvious pain he was in the pixie decided to use a spell he hadn’t used yet. Ardur reached out and cast Minor Heal III on the slime knowing how well it drained him. Then stepped back as the other dire rat began to do something to the slime.

Warning: Mana Low
Rest to regain mana

System:Ardur

@Zeroth
@Searat
@Duthguy
@Guy0fV4lor
@SilverPaw

Ardur's character stats

Level: 4

Health: Full
Mana: 1/4
Stamina: 3/4

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I

Kills for current level:

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